Don’t let the bastards get you down
Erica and I met up for lunch for the first time in 9 months. It’s been absolutely ages yet it felt just like yesterday. We purchased coke and ice cream from toysrus and found ourselves a quiet corner in Times, at least it was quiet till some random lady came in and stared through our souls (that was weird). Seeing Erica brought back so many memories, mostly the good ones, like how during our daily anti-social breaks, we were always in the music room, singing, or eating nuggets, or just talking; yet for some reason, those were the rare times where I found myself genuinely happy, as if all the troubles in the world would drift away through the cracks of the pianos, in the hollow belly of the guitars, or in another universe where our voices reach. Funny how I enjoyed being alone back then.
I’ve grown a whole lot more now. And honestly, whatever I’ve been through did help shaped me as who I am today, so no more hate and bitterness, but more appreciation and letting go. I’ve always thought to myself: “If I survived through high school, I could survive through anything”. And it’s true. I just know it.
Quote of the day: “Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” - Rumi
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